It was on a dreary night of November that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19717 | 2025-06-17 07:25:28 | 86.98 | 96% |
| 17956 | 2025-01-21 16:21:01 | 99.52 | 97.3% |
| 16711 | 2025-01-03 13:34:19 | 102.83 | 97.3% |
| 16339 | 2024-12-29 11:31:07 | 91.39 | 96.5% |